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*Fullmetal Alchemist*

Oliver shook as he stared at the map of Amestris. In anger, fear, or shock, he didn't know, but it could have easily been all three. This country...! Has it all been a lie?! All of this bloodshed to create a transmutation circle! Was this country just made for that purpose?! He gritted his teeth and tore his eyes away from the map before the urge to tear it up got any stronger.

"The Second Southern War... The Ishavlen War... and, most recently, The uprisings in Lieor..." He muttered, rubbing his eyes. "All for this-this plan?!"

Click.

"Well well..." Came a voice as the door shut and Oliver whirled around. It was a woman, a beautiful one, with dark hair in a loose bun, and had a fancy dress and cloak on. She smirked. "Aren't you a smart one?" She lifter her hand, as if to strick him, causing her claok to fall away from her chest, revealing her low cut collar and...

"Nice tatoo..." Oliver said, smiling darkly. That tatoo... His mind flashed back to the conversation he had with the Jones-Willams brothers in the hospital. Yep, this lady was one of those that attack Alfred in the Fifth Labratory.

"Are those your final words?" She asked. "Wouldn't you rather scream?" She slashed the air with her hand, and suddenly her fingernail shot out. Oliver got one of his push knives out and dodged the nail just in time, though he still got stabbed in the shoulder. It was still better then being dead. He threw his knife, and ran out of the room before he could see where it landed. He had to get this information to Leon...!

He grimaced and put his hand on his shoulder to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. He was lossing blood, fast, and it was obvious in how he walked as he stumbled down the hall to the phones. He had to call Leon quick, before he passed out.

It was times like this that he wished Leon worked in Central with him.

He stopped at the phones and panted, trying to get air in his lungs. He grabbed the phone before stopping. He knew he shouldn't stop. He knew he should just call. He knew Leon needed to know this but... Did the higher ups need to know? What if they already knew and were betraying this country? He knew the phones here were bugged, but did he even have time to get to the phone booth outside...?

A scream behind him made up his mind.

"Lt. Colonel Hughes!" The desk lady yelled in terror. "You're bleeding! What happened?! Are you ok?!"

Yep, he was going outside. He wasn't about to get this girl killed by letting her hear this. So he just smiled at her shakily, and told her he was fine, before stumbling outside. The bleediong had, luckily, almost stopped, and he was getting some balence back now that he stopped losing blood. He picked the closest phone booth to Central Command, and quickly went in and typed in Leon's number.

Ring Ring

Come one! Come on!

Ring Ri-

"Leon!"

"I'm sorry sir, but this line is a ristricted military line." Came the female, definatly-not-Leon-or-Emila voice. Oliver scowled. He didn't have time for this.

"I am Lt. Colonel Oliver Hughes, and I have important information for Colonel Leon Kong!" He nearly shouted into the phone.

"Can I have your code, please?" She asked.

Oliver scowled harder, and pulled out his wallet, flipping though his papers, trying to find that stupidly, long code that he could never remember. He knew he had dropped his family picture, but he would be able to pick it up once he was done, so he ignored it. He quickly found and grabbed the paper he was looking for. "Ok, my code is Pink, Blue, Gamps, Maes, Tree, Purple. Now put me through!"

"Yes sir."

Ring Ring

"Come on, Leon." He muttered. "Pick up!"

Ring Ring

Click.

Oliver's eyes widened at the sound of a gun's safety being turned off and looked behind him.

No... I can't be...

"Lt. Colonel Hughes. I will have to ask you to put down the phone." Second Lt. Elizabeta Hedervary said, pointing a gun at him. Oliver looked at her. Something was wrong... His eyes widened.

"You look just like her..." He said, smirking. "But you're not."

And she wasn't. True, it looked like her- same green eyes, same brown curls, same rifle strapped to her back, but is wasn't. And you know why? She didn't have her flower on her hair.

"What are you talking about sir?" She asked. "I think you lost too musch blood. I'll ask again-please put down the phone sir."

"Your disgise is impressive, but next time, do some research." Oliver said. "Elizabeta had promised to never hold a gun with her flower, and even turning traitor wouldn't be enough for her to break that promise." He could clearly remember when she had broken down one day, after her, Sergent Roderich Edelstein, and him had to stop a rebellion over in the west. To calm her down, Roderich put a flower in her hair. It worked, and the next day Elizabeta came to work with a flower clip in her hair and promised never to do anything without it, much less hold a gun. The not-Elizabeta stared at him for a moment an evil smile broke on her face. Oliver stiffled a gasp at the sight. Elizabeta's face should not have that look.

"Nice observation skills, Lt. Colonel." She-it said. It lifted its hand to its head, and a red light appeared and formed Elizabeta's flower on its hair. "Better?"

Oliver gasped. He put his hand on top of the phone box. "This is not happening. Please tell me I'm hallucinating or something."

"You really are a smart man, Lieutenant Colonel. But did you ever think that would be the cause of your death?"

"Come on. Have a heart, will you?" Oliver said. "I've got a husband and daughter waiting for me." His hand jerked a bit and a knife came flying into his hand. "So the last thing I'm going to do is die on them." He turned around to throw his knife, but froze before he did.

Instead of Elizabeta Hedervary, Oliver came face-to-face with his husband.

Francis...?

An evil grin appeared on Francis's face. "You look surprised."

"What the hell are you?" Oliver asked in shock and fear.

Not-Francis didn't answer. It just pulled the trigger. Oliver gasped as pain spread through his body and he collasped.

"Oliver, what is it now?"

Oliver wanted to laugh that now, of all times, Leon decided to pick up...

"Oliver? Oliver?!"

He was kinda proud... to get his friend to show as much emtion as concern... He watched with shaky breaths and black-dotted vision as a hand hung the phone back up, cutting off Leon's concern yells. Oliver followed the arm back to the body and was glad that the monster was back, in what he assumed, his normal form. He was a tan man, about 22, with dark brown hair and a single fly away curl. He looked down and saw Oliver's gazed, and smirked, making his amber eyes narrow.

"You humans don't make any sense to me." He said. "You throw away your lives for nothing."

With one last smirk, he left, and Oliver coughed. The dark spots were getting bigger and his thought process was getting slower. Heis body was already numb. He knew he was about to die. "Francis….I'm so sorry…Peta." His family... Please let those monsters stay away from his family. "Remember Daddy loves you. I'm sorry." His head dropped down to his shoulder.

*Fullmetal Alchemist*

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